I know, I know - even coming to Hawaii in July generates no sympathy from anybody.
Hardly 'in-season', but in fact, it turns out I came here to get away from the heat - it's much cooler here than in Toronto, and raining most of the time too.
At least the rain showers don't last long.
In fact, there's one way this place is like Scotland - if you don't like the weather, look behind you.
Works better than that description might suggest.
Here's a pictorial hint; more details in this weekend's Wheels.
We're on the island that sounds like a party - Oahu!!!
Hawaii isn't exactly paradise for a car guy.
On virtually all the islands, in the morning you drive the one road, in the afternoon, you drive the other road.
What do you do for the rest of your life? How many Don Ho tribute shows can you go see?
Geez; the next step might be golf. Better get out while you can.
The official state car appears to be the red Ford Mustang convertible - they must dedicate an entire month's production to supply this state's rental fleet.
There are actually a couple of 'Interstate' highways here, but that seems a bit of a misnomer...
The speed limit on most other roads is 45 miles per hour, and for the most part, everyone seems to abide by it.
Maybe that's because the cops often drive their own personal cars.
After following that rusty old Toyota pick up with the shabby cap on the back, you finally find a spot to wail past him.
Then he slaps the Kojak rotating red light on his roof and you're busted.
No sign of a mustachioed dude in a red Ferrari 308 GTS so far...